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Sunday, June 19, 2011

lets get on the darker side,, shall we ? =)

she cut more and more
her arm was now full of lines
her artistic way of doing with
instead of complaints and whine.

what'd you expect? a perfect child ?
with pretty scars all over my wrists,,
im sorry. i didnt mean to hurt you.

love,, some people,, when they're under a pressure that they THINK they cant handle,, they tend to lose control.
of everything. their minds,, their body,, their soul.
they'll scream,, cry,, laugh. they just cant cope with it.
but they'll be okay.
i'll be okay. =)
just something i found that maybe i should share.
i myself gets the shivers from writing this.
whoever wrote this must be pretty fucked up. somehow,, he/she has a point.


Before you make that first cut, remember--
You will find the blood and pain release addictive.
Even though you think you can make a few tiny cuts that aren't deep and will heal easily--
They will get deeper.
They will scar.
They will take sometimes months to heal.
And years for the scars to fade.
If you think you can limit the cutting to one area of your body think again.
It will spread when you run out of skin.
Be prepared to withdraw from others and live in a constant state of shame.
Even if you are the most honest person ever to live--
You will find yourself lying to the people you love.
You will jerk back from your friends when they touch you as if their hands were dipped in poison.
You will be terrified that they will feel something under the cloth of your shirt or because it just plain hurts so much to be touched.
Be prepared to get so out of control you fear your next cut because you don't know how bad it will be.
Just wait for 10 cuts to turn into 100.
Be prepared for your entire life to revolve around thinking about cutting--
Cutting and covering up cutting.
And just wait till that first time you cut "too deep."
And you freak out because the blood won't stop...
And you are gasping...
And you feel yourself shaking all over.
You are having a panic attack and you are terrified but you can`t tell anyone.
So you sit there alone...
Praying it will be okay--
Swearing you'll never let it go this far again...
But you will, and further....
Don't worry, you will learn how to take care of your cuts so that you can go deeper and deeper and avoid the ER.
And the better you get at treating your cuts,
The deeper they get.
You will lie to yourself and justify it when you find youself spending 20, 30, or 50 dollars every time you go the pharmacy.
You will feel the flutter of your heartbeat everytime you go to the counter to ring up your order.
Butterfly strips--
3 or 4 different kinds of dressings...
Antibiotic cream...
Medical tape...
Scar reducers...
You will tap your foot impatiently hoping the line will just move and noone will stare at you or wonder why you need all these things.
And at the same time secretly hope someone will notice--
Someone who is standing in line with an armful of the same supplies.
Someone who understands--
But of course that never happens.
Medical supplies won't be the only thing you spend all your money on.
Be prepared to buy a new wardrobe--
Longsleeve shirts in summer colors, bracelets, wristbands, boots...
The list goes on and on.
You will start looking at everyone in a different way.
Scanning their bodies for any signs of SI.
Just hoping that you might meet someone like you so you don't feel so terribly alone.
You wont even think about it,
As your eyes scan their wrists arms.
Hoping, just hoping they will be like you.
But they are not.
You will see their clean arms and feel terribly ashamed and alone.
You will start doing a lot of things alone.
You will always have to wash your laundry in private so no one sees the blood stains on your clothes and towels.
You will always be cleaning up the blood.
Scrubbing your bathroom floor.
Wiping the blood off your keyboard.
You won't be able to make it through a day without cutting.
Next thing you know you are in a public bathroom somewhere breaking open a scab with a sewing needle that you keep in your wallet for emergencies.
When you get really desperate,
Anything will be a cutting tool...
Scissors...a car key...a needle...a paperclip...even a pen.
Doesn't matter what it is if you need to cut bad enough you will find something.
Say goodbye to things you took for granted.
Like wearing shorts or sandals...pedicures...sleeveless tops.
A normal summer day at the beach or in a swimming pool will become a far off memory for you.
Get ready to itch.
Because you will itch and itch.
So much you will look like you have fleas or a skin disease.
You will become an expert on your body as you destroy it carefully.
You will dream about cutting.
You will dream about being exposed.
It will haunt you day and night and take over your life.
You will wish you never made that first cut because while you absolutely hate cutting--
At the same time you love it and can not live without


from http://let-me-exist-as-i-am.tripod.com/id12.html

that's that then.

Monday, June 13, 2011

send me away with the words of a love song.

time : 0146 am.
loc : on the couch,, home.

if this blog is a real thing,, i bet it would be dusty as hell !
no particular reason for not updating it,,
i was just fully occupied. plus the limited access to the net back in jB.

yea i was in jb for two whole weeks.
just got back yesterday.

class starts tomorrow.
im 60% relieved because im almost dying due to the boredom and the emptiness of the holiday.
the other 40% is the negative response of being committed to wake up EARLY in the morning for classes,, the lost of freedom and being tied down with a schedule and goodbye to the "i-just-wanna-laze-around" moments.

however,, 60 is a bigger number,, so lets be positive.

i hope everything will be going on smoothly this sem.
last sem was a success. and i have my results to prove it.

3.84 GPA baby !
i didnt meant to brag. but it is something to proud of.
i've picked up the pace. i was a few steps behind. and now,, im back on track with my studies.

there's a price to pay,, of course.
somehow,, i feel like i lost my friends.

its like i was the one who pushed them aside.
come to think of it,, it is true.
i dont hang out as much.
but its not because of i wanted to study or anything.
im just not up for it anymore.

call me a geek,, idc.
but i dont see the point of hanging out.
coming home late at night just to sit down at a mamak stall,, sipping teh tarik.
smoking my lungs out. talking bout others.
its fun to do it every now and then,, i gotta admit.
but when its everynight,, trust me,,
you'll get bored.

its not them. its me.
its my issues.
i think im finally getting to the stage where its usually called "maturity".
haha. funny that i thought i was already mature.
but yeah,, im quite a different person now.

not sure if everyone will like me now.
im still bubbly. but not as crazy as last time.

i guess we'll just see how tomorrow ends up.

wow. didnt realize ive been writing this much.
gonna hit the sack.